Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting like
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is
Ya get told, put the realest niggas
Niggas, of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they want a third on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a extra 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster me with a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) on a plate
ya faith, all senses covered in tape
Fuckin' with boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it's just rap and lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, a two or maybe trois
Baby need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to
Get blazed in my car,

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still as a top shotta
I ain't no rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya business
Cold with it, Black Hippie, we cold niggas
All the girlies us, get a whiff of us
They quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
why we don't run with cats, nine double O five nine -
Where my at
up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman
And to be not with all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they like when you some work?
a threat since birth
The rap game's when I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My chargers? MC's without warning
Rock!

3: Ab Soul]
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny
In New York with Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes me, still even the score
Prolly why I'm always OT on
TDE, believe me we war
I even know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all gon' die one day then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't gon'
Still gifted a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still trippin' off of Jay-Z
I still got laps to run me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul brother 2
The first one used to make for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling is the only time I see L's move
Soul!

4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I think I my second home
California and it's ya little nigga brother
You ain't for corners, it's what they told me
So I never looked back, I got a in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the
propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just and they gon' find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left with ya
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' minding my
He a regular victim, us regular in
Uh, regular niggas, you cater to sluts
You always my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' in ya face
You keep lookin' for women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy reach niggas, dussy
That dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can rap better than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You underrated, you ain't under looked
You ain't overbooked, you just under
It's to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by still fresh as fuck